My Old Town

MY OLD TOWN

My old town, tumbledown walls
Shabby posters by the cross
Blinded windows where ladies watch from
I'm coming home

Where I spent so much time
I could learn how to be the baddest good guy
There I loved a pretty schoolmate girl
There's a chance to recognize her

When the grey days, turn into colours
I hit the road, I can ride, I will find

My old town, tumbledown walls
Shabby posters by the cross
Windows where ladies watch from
I'm coming home

Walking down to the pub by the railroad
Friendly handshakes save me from the cold
People're sayin' how do you do
Gather some old friends to have a drink or two



Credits
Writer(s): Balazs Megyesi, Geza Matyasovszky, Istvan Bencsik, Karoly Lorincz
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